When Matt discovers a hidden stack of cash in his teenage daughter’s backpack, he braces for the worst. But the truth behind it shatters every assumption. What unfolds next is a story of quiet resilience, breathtaking sacrifice, and a love that redefines what it means to be a family.
I used to believe pain had a limit.
That once you’d suffered enough, life might ease off the gas a little.
I don’t believe that anymore.
Three years ago, I was a firefighter. One night, we got a call about an apartment fire — it was a colleague’s home, and his son was trapped inside.
I didn’t think twice.
I ran in, found him, and got out. But I didn’t come back the same.
The fire took both of my legs, below the knees.
I woke up in a hospital bed with tubes and wires everywhere, and everything had changed.
I was in the hospital for weeks before being discharged. And that was the day my wife, Carly, left us.
Not after rehab or therapy sessions with a psychiatrist; it was the day I came home from the hospital. She didn’t even wait for me to learn how to live in my new body.
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